“Your names, young gentlemen,” the tall chap said politely.
“I’m Jim Austin,” the Flying Buddy began and proceeded to introduce his companions.
“And I am Alonzo de Zimmon. I regret that you should have had such an unpleasant experience in my establishment.” He held out his hand to Bob, who promptly accepted it, and his eyes rested on the mate to Caldwell’s ring. “It has given me great pleasure to meet you young Americans. And you, also, Senor de Castro. Your father I know well.”
“Of course, I’ve heard him speak of you, Don de Zimmon. We certainly are obligated to you for helping us,” Carlos replied. “My father will come and thank you just as soon as I tell him how greatly we are indebted to you.”
“It will give me great pleasure to take you home in my car,” the Don answered. “I am about to drive your way.”
“Thanks a lot,” Jim accepted.
“We do not wish to inconvenience you, sir,” Carlos said quickly.
“Not at all,” answered the Don, then added, “Unless you desire to remain longer at the festival.”
“Reckon we’re willing to call it a day,” said Bob ruefully looking at their clothes, which were rumpled and dusty.
“Even so, you are not so disheveled and unpresentable as your late opponents,” the Don smiled.